Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

Chapter 108:

Chapter 108:

As a thousand pilgrims shouted together, the members of Wuji Association were exposed, which also meant that Emperor Yonghe was exposed!

In an instant, the attack of the Martial Saint had already arrived.

It was just a thick phlegm, but it flew out like a bursting cannonball, covering a great distance at a very high speed.

The first one to react was Guard Chu, who was always attentive to his surroundings as a Spirit Refining martial artist.

His whole body was covered in goosebumps, and his instincts instantly alarmed him. With a slight movement of his hand, he used the "Flying Star Hand" technique to throw the flying knife towards the phlegm.

At the same time, he stepped forward and forcefully pushed Emperor Yonghe, who was standing still, to the side.

Swoosh!

The flying knife hit the phlegm, instantly creating a large hole in its metal blade. It released white vapor while still in the air, and when it landed, only half of the broken handle remained.

"Martial Saint, you finally arrived."

Taoist Chiyang and Qingyang, along with others, didn’t get scared but instead laughed.

"Today is the day Emperor Yonghe worships the gods, and the long-hidden Martial Saint, who has been in hiding for forty years, has come. It can be said that it is a double delight!"

They were afraid that Martial Saint wouldn’t come!

At that moment, Taoist Chiyang reached out and lightly tapped the empty space in front of him. Using his hand to draw symbols, a bright blue flame rose up.

Taoist Qingyang stretched out his hand and a golden bell appeared, growing in size as it faced the wind. In the blink of an eye, it turned into the size of a house and intercepted the incoming attack in the air.

In an instant.

The thick phlegm pierced through the layers of flames, crashing onto the golden bell with a loud boom, causing it to crack and fly dozens of meters away.

Taoist Qingyang’s face changed slightly, and blood surged up his throat.

The magic weapon was shattered by a powerful punch, which shocked him deeply.

Taoist Chiyang also let out a surprised sound, looking quite amazed.

"The leader of martial arts among mortals…"

"Compared to mortals, it is indeed quite astonishing. It seems that there has been progress in recent decades, but… as you have entered the demonic path, you must be eradicated!"

This Taoist temple is located on the outer edge of the Qingming Mountain range’s main peak.

And deeper within the Qingming Mountain range is the headquarters of the Xuantian Sect, the stronghold of these cultivators.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Qingyun Temple is the main venue of the Xuantian Sect, so although Taoist Chiyang and the others are surprised, they cannot be intimidated.

Even if they can’t hold on, there is the sect behind them. Who is afraid?

Qiao Mu stood among the crowd of pilgrims, his gaze slightly moving.

As one of the temporary assassins who was pulled in, he didn’t know the whole plan, nor did he know if Martial Saint would personally take action.

But he knew the general direction of the plan.

When strong characters like Martial Saint make a move, they will surely become the focus of attention for Xuantian Sect cultivators, attracting the most attention.

Of course, this is the home ground of Xuantian Sect, and the number of cultivators is not small. Even if they are careless, it is impossible for Qiao Mu and the other assassins to take advantage and kill Emperor Yonghe in one go.

What Qiao Mu and the others have to wait for is an opportunity.

Cultivators have always looked down on ordinary martial artists, ever since they defeated Martial Saint forty years ago.

And this is their chance.

When Martial Saint goes against the immortals with martial arts, it will surely cause a sensation in the Immortal Gate. That will be the best time for the assassins to make a move!

Opportunities only last for a moment.

It’s the same for both Qiao Mu and Martial Saint!

At this moment.

More than ten rainbow lights rose into the sky. They were the cultivators from Xuantian Sect, some standing on flying swords, some sitting on magical items like gourds, looking down at the Martial Saint who stood out from the crowd.

The Martial Saint smirked, revealing a row of sharp white teeth.

"I am from the dark path, so you must be from the immortal path?"

He took a deep breath, creating a strong suction force on the ground, swirling up fallen leaves in the surroundings.

His entire body seemed to inflate like a balloon, shooting up to a height of three to four meters. The well-built muscles looked like they were made of metal under the scorching sun, and his skin even seemed to reflect a faint glimmer in the sunlight.

His long hair cascaded casually, thick and showcasing a mix of gray and white, making it difficult to determine his exact age.

At this moment, he stood against the cultivators of Xuantian Sect in mid-air, his figure towering like a majestic mountain on the earth.

"Whether demon or immortal, the winner has the final say!" he shouted loudly, causing the air to distort, and the indifferent pilgrims around him to cover their heads and cry out in pain.

"You have quite the audacity." Taoist Qingyang’s gaze turned cold as he casually pointed his finger.

Swoosh!

A flash of green light passed by as Taoist Qingyang’s flying sword aimed directly at the head of Martial Saint.

In the path of immortality, with a powerful cultivator able to control a flying sword, one can easily decapitate someone from thousands of miles away, naturally looking down upon a martial artist who only knows how to use fists and kicks.

However, just as that swift sword approached, Martial Saint’s figure blurred in place for a moment.

The swift green sword passed through the afterimage of Martial Saint, yet not a drop of blood was spilled.

"Hmm?" Taoist Qingyang’s smile slightly stiffened.

In the next moment, dozens of flying swords descended from the sky like rainfall, enveloping Martial Saint within.

This time, it was not just Taoist Qingyang who took action.

Although cultivators from Xuantian Sect look down on ordinary martial artists, Martial Saints have astonishing fame among ordinary people and are regarded as the top martial artist in the world.

Regardless of his strength, if he can take him down here, it would naturally be an accomplishment.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

The dense flying swords cut through the air, creating wide and deep trenches on the square in front of the grand hall. In the midst of this sword rain, the Martial Saint’s figure constantly blurred and flickered, not a single wound appearing on him.

"Is it the ‘anticipate the enemy’s moves’ of a Spirit Refining martial artist?" Qiao Mu pondered.

I heard from people of the Wuji Association that the Martial Saint has achieved unprecedented accomplishments in the Spiritual Refining Method.

When Qiao Mu challenged the Martial Saint before, no matter how hard he tried, the tip of his spear could only ever hit the Martial Saint’s fingertips… He hadn’t expected that now, facing the attacks led by Chiyang and Taoist Qingyang, the Martial Saint still effortlessly handled it.

In the midst of the sword rain and symbol fire, his figure continuously blurred but advanced step by step.

"This is Martial Saint," Emperor Yonghe, who was knocked down by Guard Chu, stood up at this moment.

Martial Saint’s actions also relieved him from the pressure of being called out by thousands of pilgrims, making him feel much easier at this time.

"Is Martial Saint here to kill me?" Emperor Yonghe naturally noticed the phlegm that was just spat out, and at this moment, his brow furrowed, but his expression was somewhat complicated.

"Once upon a time, Martial Saint was also a general of the Great Yan Imperial Court."

"After lurking for forty years, can he now compete with the cultivators of Xuantian Sect who have a position? It’s a pity…"

"You evil spirit, breaking through my Golden Bell, you shall be beheaded!" Taoist Qingyang formed a sword seal in his hand, and the blue flying sword that just passed by Martial Saint’s body suddenly circled around and diagonally slashed towards Martial Saint’s lower back, instantly piercing through.

"Hit! He’s just an ordinary martial artist after all," Taoist Chiyang next to him calmed down slightly.

"Although Spirit Refining martial artists have some skills in small-scale teleportation, no matter how strong they are in martial arts, they are ultimately flesh and blood. How can they withstand the flying swords refined by cultivators?"

"Once they make a mistake, they will die and vanish!"

He and Taoist Qingyang were in the main hall, with their own plaques, serving as attendants to the Immortal Gate, where they could receive offerings from ordinary people.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they were "true immortals" who were unattainable.

Faced with such an ordinary martial artist as the Martial Saint, if he failed, it would bring shame to the Immortal Gate.

However, Taoist Qingyang beside him had a stiff expression and suddenly had a bad feeling.

He realized that his flying sword had lost connection with his consciousness at this moment. It was no longer within his perception.

Didn’t his flying sword already strike the body of the Martial Saint? So why…

In an instant, like a flash of lightning.

The Martial Saint opened his blood-stained mouth, clamping down on another flying sword that flew towards him with his sharp white teeth.

Crack, crack.

Cracks quickly appeared on the flying sword, which shattered with a bite from the Martial Saint. It broke into several fragments, which he then swallowed.

"What evil demon, is this still a human—"

While the cultivators were dumbfounded, the Martial Saint’s flesh around his waist quickly wriggled, and a sword tip emerged.

Swish!

He straightened his waist slightly, muscles trembling. The half of the flying sword encased in flesh instantly tore through the air, accompanied by a streak of blood light, directly aiming at the empty space!

Huh?

Taoist Chiyang suddenly turned his head, only to witness a scene that deeply shook his mind.

His junior brother, Taoist Qingyang, was struck by his own half of the flying sword. His head shattered like a broken porcelain object, scattering into the air…

His headless body then fell from the sky, landing weakly on the plaza below the grand hall.

The noisy temple square suddenly became quiet for a brief moment.

"Senior Qingyang has died?"

The impatient attackers, the cultivators, all trembled at this moment.

In the Inhuman War that has lasted for forty years, although there were casualties among the "true immortals" with memorial tablets, they were all inflicted by the conflicts between cultivators.

As for being defeated by ordinary people, at least on the surface…this was the first time!

He died suddenly, even without a chance to activate his protective treasure. He died like a stray fish… which made the cultivators, including Taoist Chiyang, feel a chill in their hearts.

"The Immortal Qingyang on the altar… died like this?"

The originally indifferent pilgrims were greatly shaken at this moment, and their numb and indifferent expressions showed signs of wavering.

"The time has come!"

At this moment, including Qiao Mu, several assassins from the Wuji Association boldly attacked Emperor Yonghe from all directions.

Within the Wuji Association, there were loyal followers like Mo Mingzhi who admired the Martial Saint. Although they hadn’t seen the Martial Saint display his true power, they still had some expectations in their hearts.

The Martial Saint at this moment no longer concealed himself. With one big hand like a fan, he swept away the dense flying swords around him. He slightly bent his knees, causing the ground beneath his feet to shake, and then his body shot towards Emperor Yonghe at the entrance of the grand hall like a cannonball.

"The strong become immortals, the weak become demons!" The Martial Saint shouted angrily, his thick gray-white hair billowing in the wind.